I jerked up from my bed, gasping for breath. I curse when my eyes met the darkness. I wondered how long I had been sleeping. Harper had commanded that I return to my room after doing the dishes and I decided to rest my head, not knowing I would be sleeping this long. "Fuck!" I groaned, trying to se
I walked around the house, checking every room, every closet, every nook and cranny. It was all empty, silent, and still. The only thing that was there was the fear that gripped me, the fear that this was all some kind of trick, that they were going to come back any minute now and catch me. But the
I take a deep breath, my heart racing with fear as I crouch down behind a nearby tree, looking around nervously to make sure no one is watching me. The darkness envelops me, and I can barely see anything beyond the faint beam of my torch. I try to control my breathing, taking deep and slow breaths,
I spent the night in my motel room, with my heart racing and my senses on high alert. I was so afraid that someone would come knocking at my door, that I barely slept at all. Every little noise made me jump, and every shadow made my heart race. As the morning came, I found myself staring out of the
There were people of all ages and races, from families with young children to groups of teenagers laughing and joking around. The air was alive with the sound of chatter and the clinking of glasses, adding to the lively atmosphere. I felt my heart race as I made my way to the back of the restaurant,
I was so lost in my grief that I didn't even notice the people around me, staring at the crazy girl screaming on the side of the road. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. I didn't know where I was or what I was going to do next. All I knew was that I had to keep moving. So, I started walkin
As I slowly opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything clearly. Everything was blurry, and my head felt like it was going to explode. The pain was excruciating, and my head was pounding like a drum. I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, and I couldn't feel my legs. Panic set in, and I tried to screa
Dr. Martinez began to ask me questions about what had happened. Her voice was soft and comforting, like a mother's lullaby, and she listened intently as I recounted my harrowing experience. She seemed genuinely concerned about my well-being and made sure to explain every procedure and medication th